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lightness in the dark
For every beautiful woman that you see somewhere, somewhere there's a man who's tired of looking at her.

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From Here To Paternity III: A Father's Love

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My boy,

A father's love toward his son? So strong it's off the charts, these words are not rehearsed, no practice; comin' off the heart, my hand is there to guide you if you're ever lost in dark, they come for you? They come for me; they're comin' all apart,

which means that in no certain terms I'll ride for you my son, my life for yours an easy choice; I'd die for you my son, I'd never turn you in; no doubt I'll lie for you my son, my love is so emotional; I cry for you my son.

The things I want for you are better than I've ever had, a love so proud and genuine that you will never have, to question if I got your back and be forever sad, not knowing if I do; my son I'll be forever Dad,

until the clocks and watches stop and just can't start no more, until I leave this world I'm here to give my all or more, to show you that no matter what you do it's all a score, and use your mind for something; you don't need a ball to score.

My Bash-Man; you're my Boy-Boy and there'll be so many names, that grow when planted in my love; it's just my silly brain, displaying much affection; comin' down like city rain, the older that you get the more you'll think it's really lame,

but guess what Son I'll never stop; for you I'd drop some blood, to make sure that you'll grow receiving ev'ry drop of love, the streets don't offer much except for jail or dropped from slugs, don't ever feel it's soft for you to give your Pops a hug.

You'll feel this love I promise you; that's all it is my boy, I'll get you right so you can handle all your biz my boy, it's nothing that this love is what I've fallen in my boy, and if I do it right then call it what it is....my joy.

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